"I heard the Champion runs wild through the jungle -" one of them starts to whisper hidden under layers of cloth and straw and pretending the lumps of his body are just more of the goods in the merchant's cart; he isn't allowed to finish - the others interrupt with mocking hisses.

"Oh we've all heard about that, that's the only reason we're out and about," the lucky one mocks; she'd drawn the long straw, got to be the false merchant rather than the false goods, "You need a better story than that to win!"

"You didn't let me finish," he complains, and then rushes on, "I heard the Champion runs wild through the jungle in his skivvies - one of the teams up there said they even saw the bits flapping in the wind!"